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“What don’t I need to know?” she asks. “What were you not planning to tell me yet?”
I sigh and run a hand through my hair. This wasn’t how I wanted her to find out. I wanted to wait. After the baby. After sherested. After things felt normal. But now she’s standing in front of me, already picturing the worst.
“Adrian.”
I cross the room to her, gently pulling her into my arms. She lets me, but she’s tense.
“I wasn’t hiding something bad,” I murmur. “I promise you that.”
“Then what?”
I hold her tighter, my hand sliding down to her belly as I guide her to the office couch and sit beside her. My arm stays firm around her back, as if I let go, the moment might slip through my fingers.
I reach for the file on the table and place it in her hands.
“Open it,” I say softly.
She flips it open, her brows drawing together as her eyes scan the first page. Then the second. Her breath catches.
She looks up at me slowly. “Adrian…what is this?”
“My legacy,” I answer. “Now yours.”
She shakes her head in disbelief. “This—this is everything. Every business, every asset, every property…even the safehouses?”
I nod.
Her voice drops. “Why?”
I cup her cheek with one hand. “Because I meant it when I said you were my wife. You’re my family now. You’re carrying my child. That means everything I own belongs to you. Not in sentiment—on paper.”
She stares at me, lips parted. “But…Adrian, you didn’t need to do this.”
“Yes, I did,” I murmur. “I’ve spent my whole life building walls around myself, collecting power, making enemies. But for the first time, I want to build something real. Somethingpermanent. You’re not just someone I love, Jennie. You’re my entire world. And if something ever happens to me—”
“Don’t say that,” she cuts in, her voice sharp with fear.
I press my forehead to hers, gently. “If something ever happens to me, I need to know that you and our baby are protected. That no one can take from you what I’ve bled to build.”
She swallows hard, staring at me like she’s trying to memorize this version of me—the man who puts her first.
“Adrian….” Her voice is barely above a whisper. “I didn’t marry you for this.”
“I know,” I whisper back. “That’s why I gave it to you.”
Tears slip down her cheeks, and I wipe them gently.
“You’re everything to me, Jennie. Nothing else matters anymore.”
She leans in and kisses me—slow and deep and full of everything we never thought we’d find in this violent world: trust, peace, belonging.
And then, quietly, she whispers against my lips, “Thank you for giving me the world, Adrian. But I’d still choose you even if you had nothing.”
God help me, I believe her.
“Come on,” I murmur. “Let me take you to bed.”
But she shakes her head, stubborn as always. “How do you expect me to sleep after dropping that on me?” Her voice is still laced with disbelief, her hand resting over her rounded belly.
